I've been posting my dabblings in writing in various places over the years, and figured I'd start collecting them in one thread. My favorite fighting game franchise is Soul Calibur (probably because it really drew me to the concept of "ryona" as they call it nowadays), and I've written quite a few stories exploring cruelties inflicted upon lovely scantily-clad female warriors when losing fights (particularly Taki, Ivy, and Setsuka). I guess it's not so cruel though because in my fantasy world, these strong and powerful warrior women are all closet masochist sluts who cream their panties at being beaten into submission and snuffed, with their lust often leading to their downfall. Most of my stories focus on that more "sanitized" aspect of death as ultimate humiliation - things like scat gross me out so I tend to ignore actual realistic human physiology in my writing.

This first story is a recently written one that I thought of when I saw Taki's character announcement from Soul Calibur 6 - at first I didn't really like the concept of the runes/kanji on her bodysuit lighting up for large scale attacks, but then I thought of how to disrupt her from using those attacks...

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Taki shrieked in pain as her opponent's kick connected with her toned abdomen, the blow folding the kunoichi over as she dropped her weapons. She barely had time to process the damage before two rising uppercuts connected in rapid succession to her lovely face, sending shards of the female ninja's fanged mask flying as it shattered underneath the onslaught. As the warrior woman's head snapped back, she felt her opponent grab her silky hair and use the ponytail as leverage for a flying knee straight into Taki's bountiful chest and sending the kunoichi reeling backwards.

Taki's tabi scrabbled for purchase on the leafy floor of the forest where the Fu-Ma assassin had ambushed her, body swaying unsteadily and large breasts heaving alluringly as she shook stars out of her vision. A trickle of blood seeped out of the corner of her luscious lips, speaking to the massive internal damage Taki had suffered from the unexpected onslaught. The kunoichi had allowed the assassin sent by her former clan to track her down in the wilderness, thinking she could at least use the excitement of a battle to alleviate the boredom of the long trek to Ostrheinsburg. But Taki had underestimated the savageness and ferocity of her opponent, and now she was in a position where taking more damage could result in her ripe body being conquered, shapely thighs clamped helplessly around her opponent as he claimed her before dismembering her to put her head and torso on display in the Fu-Ma trophy room... As the thought buzzed through Taki's addled brain, her knees buckled and turned inwards as her thighs pressed together, a thrill of pleasure coursing through the kunoichi's nether regions. The erotic moan emanating from Taki's lips, in conjunction with the growing dampness at her crotch and her painfully erect nipples popping through her skintight red bodysuit, was proof that the kunoichi was experiencing some unwanted side effects at being beaten into submission.

Before Taki could recover from the beating and resulting flight of fantasy, the assassin lunged at her, his hand closing around her slender throat. Taki's moan cut off into a choked gasp as his momentum sent both of them crashing to the ground, Taki's juicy ass taking the brunt of the impact as her large tits jiggled wildly. Understanding she was in a bad position with her weapons lost and her assailant cutting off her airflow, Taki decided to end this while she still could. Despite the unwanted pleasure her mind and body was experiencing, it was just a distraction. She was a powerful warrior and demon-slayer, and her quest for Soul Edge would not end here. Runes imprinted on Taki's bodysuit lit up with glowing pink energy as she channeled her chi, preparing to unleash a mystic blast.

But with another strangled gasp from the kunoichi's lips, the energy started sputtering as Taki's attack failed to materialize. The reason for this was that while one of the assassin's hands was wrapped around Taki's throat, the other was taking advantage of the situation and groping the ninja's heaving tits. The thin fabric of her bodysuit provided little protection for the stiff nubs poking through, and it became even worse as Taki's opponent's touching and pawing transitioned into a hard pinches and twists as he sensed the kunoichi's masochistic weakness. The knowledge of the mystic art she was attempting fled Taki's air-starved and pleasure drunk mind in favor of fleeting visions of outcomes of the battle - one of Taki's own swords shoved through her face as her disemboweled corpse was fucked on the ground, another of her decapitated head looking on as she was railed against a tree, yet another of her bound tits being tortured with needles as she slowly bled out... Taki could only let out frantic squeals as she tried desperately to focus her mind, each buildup of chi energy she attempted dissipated by the pleasure shooting through her from her sensitive nipples. The runes all over Taki's voluptuous body grew dimmer and dimmer as Taki started struggling and squirming, partially from the kunoichi's panic and partially from her body's betrayal. The Shadow Huntress of Demons found herself arching her back for her foe, pressing her bountiful breasts into his hand and chest while her muscular legs helplessly kicked out.

That kicking and squirming intensified as Taki's air supply ran lower and lower, her beautiful face starting to turn purple to match the bruises inflicted upon her. Her desperate struggles forced her body against her opponent's, Taki's abused tits grinding against their tormentor and her sopping vagina seeking a man's touch through the fabric it was barely concealed by. The outline of every bit of Taki's swollen pussy lips and inner tunnel was clearly visible from the kunoichi's bodysuit, which was doing very little for her modesty. It was unclear which release Taki needed more - to be granted air, or to climax in masochistic ecstasy. The answer became apparent as the assassin briefly moved his hand from the kunochi's erotically jiggling tits to free his erection and line it up with the slut's soaked crotch, which was rapidly thrusting upwards in need of stimulation. Taki let out a rasping moan of submission as the man's cock easily tore through the fabric soaked with her nectar. Almost automatically, her pretty pink pussy wrapped around it, Taki offering up her sacred orifice to her conqueror's invading manhood. The silky flesh sucked in the intruder, spasms of pleasure causing Taki's honey to trickle out around the penetration.

The assassin didn't even need to thrust. Unable to contain herself, Taki's oxygen-starved and pleasure-addled brain completely gave in. The last flickering outline of energy in the kunoichi's bodysuit's runes fizzled out as Taki desperately arched her back to force the assassin's cock deeper into her womb. Taki writhed in pleasure, the flesh of her ass jiggling as the female ninja's well-trained body slid itself along the cock that had tamed it. The kunoichi's lovely lips snapped open and closed as she tried to beg, not for her life, but for her opponent to fuck her harder, impregnate her, torture her tits, stab her belly, shoot her full of arrows, decapitate her, feed her to wild animals, and every single other depraved thought that flashed through Taki's lust-inflamed mind. But the only thing that came out of the bitch's mouth was drool and flecks of blood, along with miserable gurgling moans to pair with the wet sounds of her union with the man strangling her. Taki's bloodshot eyes bulged and rolled higher and higher into her head as the penetration continued, masochistic ecstasy and the darkness of impending death consuming her thoughts.

Finally, Taki broke. The assassin grunted in pleasure as the slick walls of the kunoichi's writhing snatch clamped down on his cock, her body suddenly snapping rigid as it shook with ecstasy. Taki's voluptuous legs kicked up a cloud of dust and leaves before clamping tightly around her rapist's torso, pulling him deeper into her as she lost the last bit of control over her body. Blackness crept into her vision as pleasure overwhelmed her, the climax amplified by her body's lack of oxygen. As she creamed herself, Taki somehow managed to let loose a garbled wail from her collapsed throat, girlcum soaking her inner chambers and the organ penetrating them. The Fu-Ma assassin couldn't contain himself any longer as Taki's struggles intensified from both her final orgasm as well as the start of her death throes, and he unloaded his appreciation for her performance deep into her womb. Taki managed one last bit of humiliated pleasure from the feeling of her conqueror's seed flooding into the most sacred parts of her body, the female ninja's intuition letting her know she had been fertilized, the last eggs Taki would ever produce raped into submission by the ravenous sperm of her conqueror - just like their mistress. With that knowledge the cum-stained soul of the Shadow Huntress of Demons departed her body, Taki's last thought one of disappointment that she couldn't see the humiliating debasement that would be inflicted upon her now-twitching corpse.

The Fu-Ma assassin smiled as he removed his cock from Taki's swollen pussy, a frothy mixture of his seed and her girlcum oozing out from the deceased bitch's vagina. As Taki's voluptuous corpse became still, he took a moment to admire his handiwork. He'd have to get to the messy work of preserving and preparing her strangled body as a trophy to take back to Japan in a bit. But in the meantime, he thought as he eyed the slain ninja whore's alluring corpse, Taki's screams and masochistic fall from grace had gotten him awfully turned on. And from the law of the battlefield whenever a female fighter was conquered, now it was her responsibility to relieve that pressure building inside him. The man lifted up the dead bitch's head via her still-silky hair and thrust his now hard-again penis into Taki's luscious spread-open, drooling lips, formerly known for making haughty pronouncements and piercing battle cries, now snuffed into silence as his personal fuck toy. It didn't take long before the assassin was filling up Taki's corpse's belly and lungs with another load, the pleasure of the kunoichi's mouth and lolling tongue unwillingly slurping on his knob amplified by the memory of the erotically-charged sounds they had made during his beating and asphyxiation of Taki.

As he removed his prick from Taki's slack, cum-soaked mouth and dropped her back into the dirt, he knew he wasn't done. After all, that shapely ass was begging for penetration, and those jiggling heavy tits and face frozen in orgasmic ecstasy were in dire need of a fresh coat of cum. To the victors go the spoils of war - and he would definitely enjoy these spoils.

I'll admit, when you started by talking about how you always imagined these characters as being closeted masochists, I had my doubts. It's something I've seen before, a convenient means for guro or ryona writers to justify their characters getting off to being horribly murdered, even if all biological and psychological fact would go against it.

It's something that I don't tend to think so highly of, is my point. It's something that can very easily take me out of a story and can just drag the entire work down.

Fortunately, as I'm sure you're glad to hear, this story manages to get past the stumbling block that its premise introduces and succeeds at being a genuinely compelling story in its own right.

I was most leery at first, when you talk about how Taki has, by this point, sustained "massive internal injuries". As someone who has suffered injuries similar to what you describe, let me tell you, if you're this badly hurt you're not even going to be able to stand, nevermind fight or get off to being battered. If they're anything like my own, the extent of your experience will be something along the lines of "curl up in a ball, shit out your own melting innards, then die" (though obviously I managed to avoid the last part).

Another thing that threw me off was 'Taki's tabi', which I had to stop and look up to make sure it wasn't a typo. Whilst I salute you for using the correct term for the relevant item of clothing, I feel as though it may not have been warranted here, and you may have done better just saying 'her sandals', or what have you. That's just me though, it's not a mistake exactly, just a personal opinion.

At this point, for me, the story started turning around. I started noticing the descriptions of Taki you work into the narration (though they can be a bit wordy at times, like how you describe her breasts as 'heaving alluringly'), and how they do a good job of fleshing out the image of her as the story goes on. You even do a little bit towards redeeming the 'characters are all masochists' idea when you mention that Taki deliberately allowed herself to be found by the assassin to try and combat the boredom she was feeling, this establishes her as someone who thrives on the adrenaline high of combat, so it makes a bit more sense that she might get aroused during a fight.

The narration helps get across Taki's disoriented state and addled thoughts, the short, snappy description of her imaging what would happen if she loses really giving you the idea of a sudden mental image that's gone as soon as it appears. Whilst Taki experiencing such full-body arousal as you describe might be a little too quick to happen at this early stage, the narration doesn't really dwell on it long enough for it to be a problem.

Your solution to Taki's chi attacks seems logical, and the fact that you'd already set her up as being aroused means that the assassin playing with her works and doesn't seem unrealistic. The narration steps up as her arousal increases under the strain, with the descriptions of the potential scenarios coming thick and fast so we're not given anything more than flashes of each one.

Personal thought, I'm very glad you chose to actually have the assassin penetrate Taki after all. I've read far too many stories where the writer's teased us right up to the end and had the poor unfortunate expire without being able to get their rocks off. That the latter half of the story is devoted to their coupling, short as it is, is another point in your favour, as we actually get some kind of a payoff for all the buildup in the first half. The description of their fucking continues to be excellent, and I particularly enjoyed the touch about how she does end up wrapping her legs around the guy at the end, like she'd imagined at the start.

I was a little curious as to what you were getting at with the detail that Taki realises she's actually been impregnated at the very end, especially since the story doesn't really do anything with it further (which makes sense, since Taki finally cacks it in the next sentence). Speaking of which, I can't really put my finger on why, but I just loved the way you described her death as 'the cum-stained soul of the Shadow Huntress of Demons departed her body'. Just has a certain ring to it, I suppose.

The final paragraph I wouldn't have called neccessary, but it was enjoyable all the same, giving us a brief look into the assassin's mind and getting in one final act of debasement towards Taki before the story finishes.

All in all, I enjoyed this, despite my initial misgivings. If you continue to produce work like this, then I think you'll do very well. I shall keep an eye out for any more of these in future, and if you ever need help with any, just let me know.

Thanks for the feedback! I appreciate your detailed commentary and I agree with most of it. I for sure know I go overboard with the adjectives and adverbs, to the extent of turning my descriptions into word soup sometimes.

I particularly agree with you that my writing runs counter to basic biological and psychological fact. I write primarily for myself and it's part of the reason I've been hesitant to publicly post work in the past - it's not very realistic and I am not sure how much appeal there is outside of my niche fetish. What I gravitate towards is themes of powerful women, particularly fighters, being defeated and brought to heel sexually by those they consider "lower" than them (impregnation is part of that, which is why I often have it in my stories despite having little relevance since the women end up deceased shortly thereafter). Death becomes the ultimate "loss of power" for my characters, particularly when those characters end up submitting to it and needing it for sexual release. I know this removes any chance for my writing to be even close to reflecting what would actually happen in real life.

Personally, I think I need the lack of realism to reinforce the fantasy nature of the writing. Guro/death written about real people makes me uncomfortable enough that I can only imagine it with fictional characters. And even then, I think I need the fictional characters to act in some sort of deviant manner to justify it. When I write non-sexually charged violence, I can never finish it and just end up feeling slightly guilty about my fucked up brain.

I guess all this is just a long winded way of saying I can't really change that part of my writing because it's central to why I write, but I really appreciate you commenting on my writing and mentioning how you can enjoy it even with the weirdness.

I do have a lot more saved that I need to post, but I'll need to clean them up beforehand.

Taki's quest for Soul Edge ends as she succumbs to the perils of the jungle...

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Taki frowned as she knelt beneath a tree, lips pursed in thought as she picked up scraps of purple fabric off the swampy earth. She had tracked Ivy to this jungle, revenge on the kunoichi's mind. Taki's last encounter with her rival had left the busty ninja bound, ravished, and left for dead on the dusty floor of an abandoned temple, her face covered with Ivy's pussy juice. Luckily for Taki, Ivy hadn't been as precise with her ropework after grinding herself to multiple climaxes with the aid of Taki's beautiful features, and the kunoichi had managed to undo the bonds and escape, vowing to fuck Ivy into submission with her own blade.

But it seemed like someone, or something, had beaten Taki to Ivy. The first sign of this Taki had seen was Ivy's sword Valentine spread haphazardly over the ground, partially extended as if dropped in a struggle. But with what that struggle was, Taki did not know. The prints of Ivy's high-heeled boots had led smoothly to this spot beneath the tree where Valentine lay discarded. Here, those strides had turned into short choppy prints as ostensibly Ivy's legs had been struggling for purchase, and then a disturbed muddy spot with deep furrows cut into the ground. Taki assumed there had been a battle on the ground here, but there were no signs of footsteps leading away from the tree. All she could find was the scraps of what appeared to be Ivy's outfit - it was as if the dominatrix had simply disappeared after her defeat.

Taki straightened, her breasts bouncing gently from the motion. Her skimpy bodysuit clung to them like a second skin, the outline of the kunoichi's stiff nipples clearly visible protruding through the thin fabric. Taki had to admit she was somewhat turned on at discovering her rival's demise. She would have to give herself some attention later, perhaps while theorizing just how Ivy had suffered while being brought low.

This thought was interrupted as something black, heavy, and scaly dropped out of the tree and landed atop the voluptuous ninja. Taki staggered, both from the weight of the creature on her slim shoulders and the impact of the blow to her skull. The busty ninja's head swam as she whipped her hair around, trying to shake off the beast as her feet slid around in the muddy earth, her sandals offering little traction.

Taki shrieked as she looked up and saw a serpentine head staring back at her, only catching a glimpse before the snake struck. Ice pumped through Taki's veins as the serpent's teeth delved into her elegant neck, teeth easily slicing through pale skin to deposit the creature's venom into Taki's bloodstream. Quickly gathering her chi, Taki yelled out a battle cry as she emanated energy from the wound, dislodging the snake's bite as a blue glow healed the wound. Though the ninja technique had stopped the attack, Taki knew she had to win this battle quickly. She could still feel the serpent's venom inside her, the poison clouding her mind and muscles. Worse yet, she could feel scaly coils encircling her as she struggled, the snake's muscular body restricting her movement.

Grunting with exertion, Taki managed to reach to her back and draw her swords. Steeling herself, the kunoichi struck out at the snake, aiming to cleave the thing into pieces before it could strike again and deliver more venom. The snake didn't need to though - the existing venom, combined with the pressure of the serpent's body, had done its job. Taki's slashes were weak and ineffectual, even the most vicious of her strikes only causing minor scratches to the beast's scales. The kunoichi panted in exertion, her heavy chest rising and falling rapidly, as a rising sense of dread and panic filled her - along with a shameful warmth in her loins at the snake imposing its will on her. Taki's resolve fled as she flailed away, the strength in her slim arms gone as she struck blows that turned out to be glancing at best.

These glancing blows though, had an invigorating effect on the serpent. It could feel its prey fighting back - more force was needed. Taki gasped as the snake repositioned itself, its coils sliding around Taki's body in an imitation of rope bondage. The kunoichi whimpered as her sensitive breasts were encircled, the sizable orbs' erogenous nature amplified by the snake's venom. Those whimpers turned to moans as rough scales scraped over Taki's erect nipples, the nubs engorging and hardening from the unwanted contact through her skimpy bodysuit. Taki found her back arching as she struggled, her chest seeking out the touch of her captor. She alternated between moans and pants and gasps of pleasure as the snake made its way around her fleshy ass and between the kunoichi's legs. The snake's body glistened with wetness as it undulated against Taki's crotch, instinctively attacking the spot making its prey tremble in weakness. Taki's muscular thighs squeezed against the serpent as its scales scraped against her fabric covered clit, the roughness zinging sparks of ecstasy throughout the busty ninja's voluptuous form. Soon Taki's torso was entirely encircled in black scales, the kunoichi whimpering helplessly as her body pressed itself against reptilian flesh.

Taki's panic grew in conjunction with her arousal as she found herself barely able to move, her sandaled feet sliding back and forth across the slick ground and leaving short, choppy prints. She dropped her weapons and desperately tried to pry the snake off of her, but to no avail. The kunoichi's motions grew frantic as she sought release, both from her captivity as well as from her aching tits and pussy. Unable to free herself, Taki could only scream as she felt the serpent suddenly tense up, preparing to end its prey's struggle permanently.

Taki's screams cut off into a strangled moan as the snake began constricting her, its muscular body putting intense pressure on Taki's. The air escaped from the woman's lungs as her toned belly was crushed beneath the unrelenting scales. Each of Taki's desperate movements to escape was cut short, the pressure on her erect nipples and soaked pussy sending tremors of excitement through the ninja slut's bound form. She could feel the sensitive flesh of her lovely breasts bruising as the serpent's coils tightened further. Taki's body writhed as pain and pleasure overcame her, her struggles doing naught to free her but managing to tear her bodysuit against the reptile's rough scales. Humiliation filled Taki's mind as she felt her now exposed vagina rub against the dry friction of the serpent's skin, a feeling soon lubricated by the copious amount of honey streaming from the lust-swollen orifice. With the pressure mounting and her body consumed with desire, Taki realized that she was about to meet her end, the legendary kunoichi tamed by a hungry snake.

The thought had barely left Taki's mind before her eyes were rolling back into her head, a massive orgasm marking the bitch's submission. Taki's knees buckled as she creamed the scraps of her bodysuit, vagina twitching in pleasure. The scent of Taki's musk filled the jungle air as she cried out in climax, the kunoichi falling to the ground as she was overwhelmed with ecstasy. The snake continued to constrict the bitch on the swampy ground as she kicked to and fro, digging deep furrows into the ground as she spread her legs like a whore. Taki's hips humped desperately against the serpentine body binding her, the reptile's skin slick with her feminine juices. The ninja's open legs kicked weakly as she succumbed to pleasure a second time, then a third, then a fourth before Taki's overloaded brain lost count of the number of orgasms ripped from her writhing body.

Finally, as the snake uncoiled itself, Taki became relatively still as she lay on the ground, the only motion the rising and falling of her large chest, as well as the occasional twitch. Drool trickled out of the woman's luscious lips, collecting in the fangs of the mask she wore - now a mockery of her fate. Taki tried to move - to get up - even to grope herself before she was finished, but her well-trained body would not respond, a combination of the venom, the constriction, and her lustful debasement robbing her of her strength. There was no need for the serpent to inflict more damage on the kunoichi - she lay defeated, climaxed into submission. Now it was time to feast.

Taki barely moved as the snake's jaws enveloped her head, only letting out a weak moan as her vision went dark. Those moans continued as the creature continued consuming her, her big tits rubbing against the insides of the beast's maw. She could feel her still stiff nipples pressing against the smooth skin tightly enveloping, sending another surge of arousal through her as the beast pulled her in deeper. The defeated kunoichi whimpered as the beast eagerly swallowed her, its tongue flicking over her sensitive cunt covered by threads of pussyjuice-soaked fabric. Soon Taki's entire body was inside the serpent's stomach, the outline of her shapely form visible through its distended skin.

Luckily for Taki, as the snake devoured her, she found one of her hands repositioned to right over her delicate pink flower still oozing with cunt honey. Soon Taki's slender fingers were exploring her taut clit and tight cunt tunnel, the silky walls sucking in the digits in a reflection of their mistress' current predicament. As she fingerfucked herself, Taki could feel the digestive juices of the snake burning their way through her skimpy outfit and into her flesh, the kunoichi experiencing an equal mix of shame and arousal at being turned into snake food. Her ministrations reached a fever pitch as she found herself unable to breathe from the confinement. Unable to move or even scream, digestive fluid eating its way through her bodysuit and into her flesh, Taki writhed her way through one last orgasm as she asphyxiated. Her expiration was marked by a fresh stream of nectar mixing into the snake's digestive system, the Shadow Huntress of Demons conquered, claimed, and devoured by a mere beast.

This story is based on the attached image-set that I saw on Pixiv. Ivy finds work as a mercenary, and meets a fate that I imagine wouldn't be too out of place for a woman dressed like that on a 16th century battlefield.

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The rank and file army of Wolfkrone detested Ivy. Not only was she a well-paid mercenary, she was an aristocrat and acted with all the according arrogance of one. She boasted pridefully of how she would single handedly defeat the cultist forces while ordering around the infantry in that haughty accent of hers, and strutted around in that slutty outfit. To men who hadn't seen a woman in months, enduring Ivy's abuse was almost worth the opportunity for the voluptuous eye candy. Her gigantic tits bouncing around in her skimpy top, and round ass hanging out of her thong became every soldier's private fantasy even as they avoided her, not wanting to be the one stuck washing her horse as she teased them before unloading verbally on them if they even so much as glanced in her direction.

So it came to no one's surprise the complete lack of reinforcements when Ivy rode off past the vanguard into the cultists' elite forces. Let the bitch make good on her boasts, most of the soldiers thought (the rest were fantasizing about the domina's defeat). And it also came to no one's surprise that after some initial success, Ivy soon found herself surrounded and cut off, a rescue operation the last thought on anyone's mind as they watched the bitch get pulled off her horse by the enemy. The entire unit's combat operations came to a halt as soldiers secured whatever vantage points they could to watch Ivy get overrun, her sword lost as hands grabbed and ripped at the now-desperately pleading whore. The threat of Ivy's blade removed, the cultists took vengeance with their fists on Ivy for her slaughter of their comrades, the domina's pale skin bruising as she was knocked around. The soldiers' eyes lit up as Ivy's skimpy top fell apart under the onslaught, her massive breasts bouncing free and exposed to the world, wine-colored nipples firmly erect as Ivy's pleas turned to moans of humiliation. They watched as she was bent over and spanked, her perfect jiggling ass turning red and welt covered before with a pained scream Ivy soaked her panties, her beaten body convulsing in helpless masochistic ecstasy. They ogled as the invaders threw Ivy to the ground and started fucking the formerly arrogant slut, her high-heeled boots wrapping around her rapists' bodies as she submissively begged them to punish her harder, her words mixed with orgasmic moans. They stared eagerly as the last cultist finished taking pleasure from Ivy's helpless body, leaving the not-so-proud bitch squirming pathetically in the dirt, her nearly naked body covered in cultist seed as she lapped up puddles of sperm, Ivy's fingers desperately working her drooling, cum-stuffed pussy and well fucked asshole.

A cheer went up from the Wolfkrone forces as the cultists marked their victory by planting a flag of their conquest, literally. The cultists penetrated Ivy's pussy with a lance, the slut twitching in orgasm one last time as she was impaled from vagina to mouth. They planted the lance on the spot where they had first ridden down Ivy, the now deceased fighter's heavy tits giving one last bounce from the jolt. A mixture of blood, semen, and the whore's own girlcum dripped down the lance as Ivy was left there, arms and legs hanging limply, the cultists' stuffed and mounted trophy to their victory and a warning to any other big titted female warriors hoping for glory.

Within the hour, the Wolfkrone forces engaged on an operation to retake the area, hoping to reclaim Ivy's corpse and use it for their own pleasures before the rats and flies got to it.

Even in the heat of battle, SC art always shows Taki with erect nipples. Why is she always turned on during these life and death clashes, and what if someone got to those twin peaks during the fight?

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"YAAAH!"

Taki's battle cry echoed throughout the cavern as she leapt forward into a roll, large breasts jiggling wildly at the sudden jolting motion. A hint of a smirk crept into the corners of the female ninja's luscious mask-covered lips as she caught her last opponent, already unarmed, looking back uneasily at the corpses of the rest of his Fu-Ma assassination team scattered around the makeshift arena.

As Taki's body shifted into the upside down position for her trademark spinning kick, her voluptuous form strained against the kunoichi's ripped and torn bodysuit. A burst of pleasure coursed through Taki's body as her barely covered firmly erect nipples scraped against the rough stone floor, her arms propelling her torso upwards and into a circular motion as she prepared to deliver a savage blow to her last remaining opponent.

Just one more, Taki thought to herself, and then she could take some time to relieve the excitement and battlelust that had built up in her aching tits and pussy over the fierce and lengthy battle. Of course it wasn't just the thrill of battle that had turned the ninja on, she admitted to herself - those glancing blows that had torn Taki's battlesuit and left light scratches on her alabaster skin were oh so close to causing major damage. It was only the kunoichi's great skill and speed that had allowed her to evade serious injury from the ferocious Fu-Ma attacks, even as each painful near miss drew out an aroused gasp. Taki wondered what would hapen if she would ever let one of those connect - it would be over, that was for sure - probably ending in Fu-Ma blades slicing through the female ninja's yielding flesh as her body writhed in pain-fueled climax. Then, Taki thought, they would probably rape her limbless body, fucking her every hole and rubbing their dicks on her huge breasts and severed extremities. The bitch shivered as the brief fantasy sent another surge of pleasure into her cunt, already soaked with desire.

That thought, however, led to just a brief moment of hesitation as Taki's opponent managed to evade Taki's outstretched leg. Taki's brow furrowed as she catapulted herself up to a standing position, quickly drawing her swords as her breasts bounced rhythmically from the motion. Her loss of focus had caused her to lose track of the assassin as he had dodged away. She soon found him though, the kunoichi gasping as his hulking form pressed into her back and his hands reached around her shoulders to grab her tits. Taki shuddered as she felt his thick fingers envelop her orbs, his sausage-like thumbs pressing down onto her stiff nubs through the thin fabric.

For his part, the assassin had already resigned himself to death. Without a weapon or the support of his team, he knew he was just fodder against the legendary ninja Taki. More like legendary whore, he had thought to himself - the way the kunoichi looked in that bodysuit, her bouncing tits, shapely ass, and barely covered pussy enticing and distracting her opponents. When Taki had a been a member of the Fu-Ma she had been half the clan's fantasy, with many a ninja jerking it to the thought of defeating her in a sparring session and taking what they wanted from her voluptuous body. When Taki had betrayed the clan, the assassination teams sent after her each had a common dream in mind - to be the one to conquer the Shadow Huntress of Demons and fuck her into submission before taking her head back to Japan. Each team had ended up massacred though, Taki's fighting prowess enabling her to take down even squads of well-trained opponents. Taki's opponent had resigned himself to being one of these as he witnessed his squad mates being butchered. With his last dodge, he had Taki's back to him, but no matter where he attacked from she could easily outmaneuver him with her skills. So, he decided to live out every male Fu-Ma ninja's fantasy and cop a feel of those perfect tits. Closing in on the kunoichi as she stood, he pressed up into her as she drew her swords, his hands feeling out her soft titflesh and thumbs stroking Taki's swollen nipples as he prepared for death.

Except that death never came. Taki tried to strike at the assassin grasping her but her arms would not respond. All she could feel was the incredible pleasure coming from her tits as the assassin rolled his thumbs over her protruding nipples. Humiliation welled up inside her as she realized she was being groped on the battlefield by an unarmed weakling, and her body was encouraging him onwards. Taki's arousal bubbled over, her toes curling inside of her tabi and thick thighs trembling as she shrieked in climax, the orgasm signalling her submission as she made a gooey mess in the crotch of her bodysuit. Streamers of warm girlcum dripped from the saturated fabric as Taki pressed her legs together, the squelching noises punctuated by her moans and the metallic clang of her swords as they fell to the ground out of nerveless hands.

The assassin couldn't believe what just happened. Unsure of what to do, even as Taki's body writhed in his hands and her big ass pressed up against him in desire, he continued to play with her tits. A few moments of this, and one pinch of her turgid nipples later, Taki was shrieking in pleasure again as another orgasm wracked her body, a fresh rush of nectar soaking her bodysuit. The kunoichi could barely stand, legs twitching and threatening to give out as her opponent's grasp on her large breasts kept Taki upright.

She barely moved from that position even as her opponent retrieved her fallen swords. Taki swayed unsteadily, moaning weakly, climaxed into submission as she waited for her opponent to finish her. Her breasts jiggled lightly as her weight shifted back and forth, nipples still standing proudly erect. The kunoichi's cunt honey dripped from the large wet spot on the crotch of her bodysuit, a small puddle forming on the ground beneath her. Taki desperately wanted to play with herself, but her arms wouldn't respond and hung limply at her side.

Now in full command of the situation, the assassin started living out his former fantasies. The bitch looked finished, but he wanted to take his time and enjoy her suffering and helplessness. Holding both of Taki's swords in one hand, he used the other to slap her tits, delighting in watching the flesh jiggle and ripple beneath her thin bodystocking. Taki cried out with each assault on her mammaries, partially from the pain and partially from the masochistic pleasure causing her vagina to release a fresh wave of lubrication. One particularly forceful blow to her stiff nubs drove her over the edge and the kunoichi fell to her knees as she creamed herself, another wail of pleasure and pain echoing around the arena.

Before Taki could recover, the Fu-Ma assassin kicked her knees apart and then pushed her over, causing the defeated kunoichi to land on her fleshy ass with her voluptuous legs spread. The outline of Taki's swollen pussy lips were clearly visible through the soaked fabric of her suit, her vagina spread open and twitching with desire. Taking Rekki-maru, the assassin traced around Taki's orifice, cutting through the fabric as the kunoichi trembled in anticipation. Upon finishing his delicate task, he removed the soaked scrap of fabric from Taki's crotch, revealing her pretty pink flower oozing with her arousal.

Unable to control himself any longer, the assassin untucked his erection from his hakama and penetrated the slut. Taki moaned in pleasure as her cunt tunnel clamped around him, another climax rippling through her voluptuous body. She continued making small yelps and shrieks as he pistoned into her, her pleasure-drunk mind reveling in the forced fucking. Her opponent was reveling in his own feelings - somehow this small-time Fu-Ma thug was now taking the great Taki as she came helplessly beneath him, her well-trained body squeezing his shaft tightly even as her massive tits jiggled away with abandon. Wanting to see the object of every Fu-Ma ninja's desires with his own eyes, the assassin tore open Taki's bodysuit, letting her perfect breasts bounce free.

They looked delicious, and Taki's opponent took full advantage of them, groping the kunoichi's tits roughly before moving his mouth over the stiff pink nipples and suckling on them. Taki's shrieks raised an octave, and she wailed out again in orgasmic pleasure as the assassin bit down on the nub, the pain driving Taki over the edge yet again. The feeling of the slut's vagina clamping down on him drove the assassin over the edge as well, and he unloaded into Taki's fertile womb, ravenous sperm gang-raping the female ninja's eggs into submission as the impregnated kunoichi moaned in abject desire.

The assassin wasn't yet satisfied though. His victory wasn't nearly complete. He withdrew from Taki's fertilized vagina with a squelching noise, a mixture of excess semen and Taki's feminine fluids oozing out of the defeated ninja's stretched pussy. His erection sprang to life again as he witnessed the effects of his work - the legendary Taki, helpless before him, her pants and gasps of pleasure causing her exposed breasts to rise and fall alluringly. He couldn't help but take pride in her skimpy bodysuit torn to pieces, shapely legs submissively spread to reveal her well-fucked pussy dripping his seed.

Grabbing Taki's ponytail, the victorious assassin pulled the ninja slut back to her knees. Taki winced in pain but couldn't help feel a thrill at the humiliation as the man she had regarded as fodder now held her silky hair like a leash. As she opened her eyes, she saw his erection bobbing in front of her face. The implication was clear, and Taki submitted again. She opened her formerly haughty mouth and enveloped the organ that had taken her, head bobbing up and down as Taki worshipped her conqueror's cock. Slurping and sucking noises filled the underground cavern as the once-proud Taki used her to tongue and luscious lips to pleasure her opponent, the fangs of her mask now a mockery as she was reduced to a tamed bitch in heat.

Taki soon found her head being jerked by her hair up and down her opponent's rod, and she couldn't help but moan. He watched with interest as Taki began playing with herself, the kunoichi's delicate fingers wrapping around her heavy tits as she emulated his earlier groping of her breasts. Soon she was moaning around his cock in her mouth, eyelids fluttering as pleasure coursed through her body. One of Taki's hands moved down to her lubricating pussy, scooping out the remnants of cum and depositing them into her mouth between slurps of cock.

As she did this though, Taki's pleasure-clouded mind was slowly formulating a plan. The rapid-fire orgasms that had left her a whimpering mess had subsided, and she was starting to regain control of her mental faculties. All she needed to do, she thought to herself, was keep sucking on this thug's cock and finger fucking herself until he invariably lost control and came. At that point, she could take advantage of his weakness, recover her ninja-to, and free herself from this mess. After all, Taki proclaimed arrogantly in her mind, she was the Shadow Huntress of Demons, and no Fu-Ma flunky was going to be the one to tell stories to everyone else about how he had conquered Taki, fucked her into submission, marked her with his seed, and left her as a feast for vermin, their sharp teeth ripping into her yielding flesh as she climaxed helplessly...

Taki's fantasy was interrupted by a jet of sperm hitting the back of her throat. She opened her eyes, and another spray landed all over her beautiful face as the assassin pulled her head off him by using her ponytail for leverage. He took aim, and another jet shot out, glazing her large tits. Taki's eyes closed again as she was debased even further, the humiliation combining with her own self-pleasure to drive her into yet another orgasm.

"Oh!" she moaned. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" - each load of cum landing on her punctuated with another shriek of pleasure as the bitch's vagina trembled and twitched in ecstasy.

Taki suddenly found her shrieks cut off though, excruciating pain and pleasure knifing into her brain. Her eyes bulged open and she saw her voluptuous body lying on the ground, twitching as blood gushed out of her neck stump. Another gusher was squirting out of her pussy, as her final climax left a puddle of her slutjuice on the ground. Taki's cum covered tits bounced and jiggled erotically as her corpse convulsed in orgasmic death throes, her legs kicking about and toes curling, ass bouncing off the ground as her hips thrust upwards. Finally, Taki's headless corpse became still, legs spread akimbo to show off her juicy raped pussy thrusting proudly upwards, semen-glazed titflesh turning pale as blood trickled out of her neck stump even as the points of Taki's nipples remained as stiff as ever, masochistic arousal replaced by rigor mortis.

Taki's eyes frantically searched about, and she settled on two sights. One - her opponent's hand, holding Mekki-maru, the demonic blade rich with its mistress' blood. The second, her reflection in the discarded Rekki-maru, her decapitated head held aloft by her ponytail, her conqueror's seed marking both her lovely features as well as the inside of her slack mouth. Taki's eyes rolled upwards as she drew her last breath, humilation washing over her. Her last thought was a pang of regret that she couldn't watch her own corpse get violated like the piece of slutmeat it was. The proud Shadow Huntress of Demons was dead - defeated by a low-rank assassin, raped into helpless climax, beheaded as she masturbated like a common whore, and left to rot in a puddle of her own sexual juices.

(07-22-2018, 07:24 PM)Mask Wrote: Only real things I have to say here are that I wish the one with Ivy was longer, and that I'm wondering why you didn't have the snake go all the way with constricting Taki to death.

Actually, one more thing, is Taki your favourite, or do you ever have ideas for some of the other Soulcalibur ladies, barring Ivy, natch?

Taki is absolutely my favorite! Ivy is a close-ish second, and then Setsuka. None of the other ladies really appeal to me that much as a writer, besides sometimes Sophitia and Tira. I guess my type is: big tits, skimpy outfit, and a prideful attitude.

I actually didn't think of having Taki constricted to death, and that does sound tantalizing now that you mention it. Originally when I wrote that I had been on a snake vore kick and most of that subject matter has the victims devoured alive. I think I'll write an alternate ending to that one with the constriction.

This is an unfinished series I wrote, this time from a first person perspective. The stories imagine a deserter from one of the many armies battling across Europe during the struggle for Soul Edge, his discovery of some shards of the cursed sword and their interesting magical properties, and the subsequent usage of those as weapons against some of the deadliest warrior women in the world.

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Soul Hunter Chapter 1: Ivy (SC3 outfit)

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"Die, scum!"

I cursed as the column exploded behind me with my opponent's invective, her snake sword showering me with rubble as it cleaved through the ancient stone. I was rapidly running out of places to hide as I scurried away like a rat to another pillar, the brief reprieve doing little to quell my rising panic as my opponent's sword retracted as she advanced.

A moment of distraction crossed my mind as my opponent's strides caused her sizable breasts to jiggle, the largest pair of tits I had ever seen straining against their owner's skimpy outfit. The stories were true! Ivy Valentine was truly as impressive as the tavern tales made her out to be - cold, haughty beauty radiating from her, and an outfit to match - one that was half aristocrat and half dominatrix. That outfit left little of her voluptuous body to the imagination. If I had more time, I would definitely be admiring those perfectly shaped tits or that oh-so-round ass with the thin strip of fabric wedged between the cheeks and practically into her barely concealed pussy. Her high heels clicked on the floor as she strode towards me, and I stole a glance at her tits through some of the cracks in the stone.

The reason for my interest in her tits, besides the obvious, was that she was playing with them with one hand as she pursued me casually. Originally she had an armored gauntlet on one arm, but she had quickly abandoned that after it was obvious I was no match. Now the domina was stalking me, nipples standing out starkly underneath her outfit, her voice thick with lust and arrogance as she pawed at her own tits. Clearly, the dominatrix outfit wasn't just an act, and she was very clearly getting off on the possibility of butchering me. The whiplike Valentine, which she wielded with a flourish, added to the effect.

"Must you run?" she called out in her haughty English accent. "It makes it that much harder to see you squirm!"

I took mental note of my situation. All I had was my bow and two daggers for weapons. Normally, I would take my chances against a sword wielder in a battle, but the enclosed space of the ancient cathedral coupled with the unique nature of Ivy's weapon meant I couldn't get aim and get a shot off before being skewered. The daggers weren't much use either - even if I could get close to her, her retracted sword would make quick work of me before I could close the last bit of distance.

A moment of self-pity filled my mind. If only I hadn't deserted from my unit to go explore for treasure in the ruins of Ostrheinsburg. No one dared go into the cursed city, which made it a perfect opportunity in my mind - all the treasure must be untouched! So far all I had found were several shards of what appeared to be an ancient sword, the metal bits humming with arcane magic. I had fashioned them into arrowheads as I ventured deeper into the ruins, and soon after I had encountered Ivy.

She had attacked me without warning, calling me a corrupted minion of the cursed sword. I wondered if she was referring to the energy from the shards I had gathered. It was true that I felt that my strength and stamina felt greater after I had found those, but I chalked it up to finally being free from the military life of constant forced marches and fruitless stalemates. I felt fine and was perfectly of sound mind! Regardless, there was no mercy in those cold eyes and I found myself in my current precarious situation, fruitlessly wishing for salvation and finding my wishes just as hopeless as the cathedral I had been aiming to loot.

Steeling myself, I settled on a plan. Running was getting me nowhere. Each time my opponent attacked, I had one less hiding spot. The next time Ivy struck, I would leap out and fire one arrow at her rather than running. Even as I formulated my actions I knew it was hopeless. The bitch could extend and retract her sword in the blink of an eye, and there were no openings. A lucky shot was the best rationalization I had. I strung my bow with one of the shard-tipped arrows. This treasure was what got me into this mess - perhaps it could get me out.

"Suffer, worm!"

Ivy's shout came as the pillar behind me shattered, and I leapt out. It was now or never. Unfortunately, as I stepped out, my heel caught a loose piece of rubble and I stumbled backwards, Ivy's follow-up strike already coming down at me. I closed my eyes and released the bow string, preparing for oblivion.

Instead, what I got was a loud metallic screeching noise. I could scarcely believe it as my arrow fortuitously impacted Ivy's extended blade crashing down, and I could believe it even less as the impact caused Ivy's sword to shatter into its individual components, the whip portion broken. I froze in surprise, shards of Valentine raining down around us. As shocked as I was, Ivy looked even more shocked, the prideful look on her face replaced with surprise as she froze, one hand wrapped around naught but a sword handle as the other hand was pinching down on a fabric-covered teat.

The energy I had felt from the shards seemed to spark at me, and I jumped into motion. Before Ivy could react, I drew another arrow, strung it, and launched it at the dominatrix. Even a half-draw would be sufficient at this distance.

I knew my aim was true even before I fired the shot, and it proved to be the case. With a dull thud, the arrow sliced through the translucent sheer material covering Ivy's midsection and buried itself in her belly. The domina stumbled backwards, wobbling on her high heels as her breasts gently bounced from the impact. Her arms dropped limply to her side, and I swear I could see her stiff nipples become even more prominent. At the very least, something was going on as her cheeks flushed and a wet spot appeared on the white fabric of her outfit's crotch, some stray rivulets of clear fluid flowing down her trembling thighs. I couldn't help but notice those cold eyes glaze over for a moment. Did she just cum? Was the dominatrix secretly a masochist?

"You cur!" she exclaimed as she regained her senses, starting to step forward.

Ivy never completed the step as I drew and fired again, this time with a three quarters draw. Another arrow nestled itself into her belly, and this time I watched as the impact sent her breasts on a series of frenzied gyrations. She stumbled backwards again, heels scrabbling for purchase on tiles now slick with her latest feminine eruption. The slut's swollen, leaking pussy lips were clearly visible now in the soaked fabric of the crotch of her outfit, and her creamy thighs glistened with wetness.

I nocked another arrow and waited, observing, as Ivy stood there trembling through an obvious climax, her eyes unfocused and an extended moan escaping her painted lips. Her breasts heaved as she gasped for breath. Finally, she managed to speak in a quavering voice, two arrows sticking out of her belly.

"Is that all you've got?"

A full draw, then, this time, and the most satisfying result. Again the arrow buried itself inside Ivy's midsection, and this time the impact sent her tits bouncing out of her outfit, and they were just as perfect as I had imagined. The skin was pale and smooth, the hefty orbs topped by painfully erect wine colored nipples. Droplets of milk sprayed through the air as the heavy breasts bounced up and down.

If the bitch's last unwilling orgasm had been obvious, this one was even more intense as Ivy lost all pretense of shame. Her voice echoed around the cathedral in husky ecstasy, pain and pleasure thick in her scream. Eyes rolling back into her head, she dropped to her knees, the motion pulling the crotch of her outfit firmly between the folds of her labia. Around the fabric, she squirted another deposit of womanly pleasure onto the floor, soaking the remnants of her discarded weapon.

I approached the trembling woman, unable to contain myself. I needed to take her, badly.

Ivy looked up at me as I approached, lust clouding her eyes.

"What are you going to do to me?" she breathed.

I freed my erection and drew my dagger, pointing it at her elegant neck, then commanded her to suck. And suck she did, her purple painted lips wrapped around my rod and the full length in with aplomb. I alternated between playing with her stiff nipples, feeling her milk dribbling over my fingers, and grabbing Ivy's silky white hair, mashing the aristocrat's haughty face into my crotch as I fucked her throat. It didn't take long before I groaned and released down her throat, the bitch slurping down my seed as a thin stream came out of the corner of her mouth. I withdrew from her gasping mouth, my lust barely satiated.

Ivy looked up at me.

"Is that all?" she asked, the contempt clear in her voice. Rage burned inside me at the implication. If what the bitch wanted was depravity, I would give her depravity.

Throwing her to the floor, I spread Ivy's legs and mounted her, ripping aside the crotch of her outfit before plunging into her silky folds. She moaned with pleasure, her hips rising up to meet mine as I plunged into her. Her pussy was wet and tight, and I could feel it twitching in ecstasy as I slammed into her. I slapped her and called her names as I took her, making sure to remind her of just how much of a slut she was and how she was a cocktease deserving what was coming to her. She eagerly voiced her assent, her moans and gasps punctuating my pistoning. I groaned as I unloaded my seed into her depths and stood up, a mixture of semen and her juices leaking out of her abused vagina, the lips still swollen in pleasure. Although I felt as if I had taught her a lesson, my lust still felt incomplete.

The domina cupped one exposed tit, squeezing it and playing with it until milk ran free. "Like I haven't been raped and knocked up before," she spat, "even the lizards did more than you."

I didn't know what lizards she was talking about, but the energy from the shard sparked up again inside of me. Now I knew what my lust wanted, and Ivy would be no in condition to speak after I was through with her.

Roaring, I flipped her over, shoving her elegant face into the grimy ground and raising her voluptuous ass into the air.

"Ooh, that's a star-" Ivy cooed before I punched her in the back of the head, her skull bouncing off the stone. Dazed, she could only yelp in pleasure as I penetrated her tight asshole, forcing my way into the orifice. Ivy's pussy immediately showed its appreciation, releasing a torrent of girlcum as it twitched in pleasure.

As I fucked Ivy's ass, she gradually regained her senses and began her commentary again. In between her moans, she managed to vocalize "you think that'll finish me?" before I grabbed an arrow out of my quiver and plunged it into her right asscheek, the sharp metal easily cutting through the jiggling flesh.

Ivy screamed in pain at the ass penetration, and I noticed an even larger flood of juices as she creamed herself hard. Another arrow soon found itself embedded in the left globe of Ivy's ass as her cries of pleasure and pain filled the air, and her commentary become nonsensical gibbering as she pushed herself back against my cock, breasts jiggling and scraping the ground as the ex-dominatrix lost herself in her masochism.

I couldn't just leave those gorgeous mammaries unscathed, I thought to myself as I pulled out two more arrows. Ivy had barely found her speaking voice again before I skewered her large tits, her sexy body looking increasingly like a pincushion.

Ivy's eyes rolled back into her head and she gave a wet gurgle as her pussy squirted again and again, orgasms wracking the defeated domina's body. She could only make guttural noises as I fucked her in the ass, alternatively using the arrows embedded in her bodies as handles for leverage. Finally as I neared climax, she managed to start speaking again, her mind totally lost to her destruction.

"Yes! Oh yes!" she gasps in her finely accented English "I'm your bitch! Use my cunt! All my holes are yours! Take my arse! Claim it as yours! Shoot your seed all over me and mark me as your territory! I'm tamed! This bitch in heat is tamed!"

I grabbed her neck and start squeezing, wanting to shut her up for good as I finish. As Ivy felt her fate coming, she managed to choke out one last stream of words, each wanton exclamation punctuated with a fresh spray from her pussy, the pink flesh spasming as it worked in overdrive.

Ivy's slutty outburst was interrupted with a crack, as I decided I want to see her face as she expired. Summoning a strength I didn't know I had, I twisted her head around to face me, her neck snapping instantly. Her ass clamped down on my erection immediately, her body going into one last orgasmic convulsion. I unloaded into her tight asshole as her corpse twitched before falling limp, impaled breasts bouncing gently one last time. Ivy's body slid off my cock and the remainder of my load shot over her body, my spunk covering her pale flesh and the remnants of her outfit. A few strands landed on her beautiful face, now frozen for eternity in an orgasmic expression.

As the rush subsided, I felt the shards that had saved me resonating with the shattered pieces of Valentine covering the ground, the same energy pinging between them. I picked up one of the pieces from its resting place in a puddle of its deceased owner's pussy juice, and couldn't help but taste the musky liquid. A jolt of magical energy zipped through me as visions filled my head, the shards I had gathered and the shards of Valentine showing me flickers. First, there were the others - seekers of the cursed swords. A voluptuous female ninja, clad in a red bodysuit that left little to the imagination. A blonde swordmistress, flashes of her creamy thighs visible beneath her Oriental-styled clothing. Two sisters, Greek, the elder with the milk-filled breasts of a mother. All of them, I had heard of in tavern tales, but now I saw them in my mind's eye. There were more, but my attention was drawn to the vision presented to me by Valentine - none other than a replay of the series of recent events from the moment I had shattered Valentine. I admired my handiwork as I turned Ivy from confident dominatrix to whimpering slut to nothing more than a sexy corpse, covered in her conqueror's seed and filled with arrows.

I shook my head from my reverie, a purpose filling me as I gathered the remaining nectar-soaked pieces of Valentine. I strode out of the cathedral, leaving Ivy behind as a feast for the vermin. The rats and flies were already starting to do their work on the bitch's corpse, drawn by the scent of the alchemist's rich blood. Much as I'd like to revel in the desecration of the woman who had styled herself a predator, I had more lively prey to deal with. The shards of the sword I now knew as Soul Edge had showed me the path to walk, and the targets to demonstrate my mastery of along the way.

The demonic shards, infused with my slain conquest's sexual release, proved to be most useful. The trap I set in the deserted forest had attracted quite delectable prey indeed, I thought to myself as I watched the kunoichi Taki bend down to retrieve the shards of Valentine. No doubt the demonic energy had attracted her here to this clearing, as the shards I gathered had attracted Ivy to me. Taki's shapely breasts gave a light jiggle as she straightened, and I barely resisted the urge to fill those perfect tits full of arrows. Like Ivy, her bosom was large and supple, her nipples clearly outlined by the thin fabric of her bodysuit.

I watched carefully as she examined the shards. Taki squinted at the metal bits, rolling them between her fingers before sniffing them, as if she detected the cloying scent of Ivy's pussy juice on them. As the kunoichi pulled down her mask to taste the shards, my pulse quickened. Would she see the same vision as I had, of her rival's utter destruction? How would she react?

I had expected Taki to recoil in horror, but to my surprise, she reacted in way that made my loins tingle. Her cheeks became flushed and I swear I could see her nipples pop through her top as they stiffened. The female ninja glanced around the clearing furtively before spreading her legs and leaning against a tree for support, one hand reaching to stroke at her tits while the other groped at her mound through her bodysuit. She moaned suggestively as she whispered something inaudible to herself, rolling her erect nipple between her fingers while she fingered herself. The outline of Taki's vagina became clear as she explored her inner walls, the sheer fabric of her bodysuit becoming slick with feminine condensation.

I couldn't believe my eyes. The legendary Taki was pleasuring herself shamelessly in front of me! The bitch was just as much of a slut as Ivy was. My heartbeat rose as lust twisted Taki's exotic features, her beautiful face flushing with need as she explored her femininity. Of course, she thought that she was alone, and I intended to keep it that way until the right moment. I reached for my bow and waited.

Soon enough, the right moment came, as did Taki. Her ministrations reached a frenzy, pinching and twisting her stiff nubs while her stroking of her pussy brought her to climax. The kunoichi's hips bucked forward, a damp spot appearing on the groin of her bodysuit while her voiced raised a few octaves. Her moans became a shriek as her body quivered, and her shriek became a wet gurgle as my shard-tipped arrow whistled through the air and plunged through her slender throat, pinning her to the tree she had been pleasuring herself against.

My choice of target was clear. Stories told of Taki's shrill battle cries and yells as she cleaved through foes, and for what I had planned for her there would be plenty of shrillness. I couldn't risk being discovered early, unlikely as it was in the desolate grove, and thus my disabling shot also had the convenience of silencing the whore.

I abandoned my cover and strode towards her across the clearing. Her lovely eyes widened as she recognized me from the vision she had earlier, and her hands nervelessly moved to try and draw her swords as her lips rasped soundlessly underneath her silken mask. Two well-placed arrow shots later and her arms fell limply to her side, the muscles cut through by sharp metal. Taki tried to kick at me as I approached, but her movements were weak and muddy. I easily pushed away her pathetic attempts and slammed a dagger into one thick thigh to reinforce how helpless she was before me, the point penetrating the flower on the skimpy bodysuit she wore. Her neck veins bulged from the pain, her body writhing but only a series of frantic gasps and low mewling noises escaping her skewered windpipe.

Of course, there was no reason to delay the inevitable. I just had to know how they felt - her tits, of course. Ivy's had been perfection, a perfect mix of heft, firmness, and pleasing to the touch. But Ivy had flaunted hers, and there was something crass about that. There was satisfaction in breaking the bitch of course, but Taki's breasts were a different beast. It felt as if there was an aura about them, a sense of mystery in their concealment in her bodysuit while the jiggling flesh and outline of her erect nipples provided pure temptation. And now they were mine to deal with as I pleased.

Where I had been rough with Ivy, my primal lust spurred on by the fallen ice queen, now I took a slower approach with Taki as the hunter and she the prey. This kill was mine to enjoy, the busty kunoichi caught in my trap. I caressed my hands over her orbs, feeling the suppleness of her flesh barely covered by the silken softness of her bodysuit. Holding each breast in one hand, I jiggled them lightly, observing the ripples and absorbing their weighty nature. My thumbs found her swollen nipples and played with them as one would a lover, the nubs stiff with delight, the relatively rougher surface of her areola just barely tangible under her bodysuit. It was almost romantic, in a way, if it weren't for the fact that I was in the process of brutally butchering the bitch.

I decided to emulate her earlier actions, one hand leaving her tits to cop a feel of her nether regions, the outline of the whore's pubic mound easily visible through the soaked fabric of her outfit. I massaged the trembling mound in rhythmic circular motions, palm pressed against the opening to her orifice as it made squelching noises and sucked against my hand. Soon Taki's breaths came in ragged gasps as her hips started moving against my hand, her shapely ass pushing forward from the tree she was pinned to. It only took a few more seconds before the kunoichi gave a strange whimpering noise, her body quivered, and a fresh spurt of wetness dripped onto my hand molesting her, pussy juice seeping through the saturated fabric as she creamed herself.

I leered at Taki and her face burned with shame, but she couldn't stop her mouth from turning into an O shape underneath her mask as I switched to fingering her stiff clit through the soaked fabric. I felt a rush of arousal as I watched Taki's eyes roll back into her head again, her pussy trembling and twitching as it unloaded a fresh torrent of nectar.

Having forced the bitch into multiple climaxes, I couldn't contain myself any longer. Pulling down my pants, I grabbed Taki's tits and used them as leverage to thrust my erection into her clothed pussy, the soaked fabric splitting apart in the face of my onslaught. Her silken folds were warm, wet, and exceedingly tight. All that ninja training, I thought to myself as her cunt tunnel grabbed ahold of my cock, sluthoney spilling out as her vagina contracted around me. As I thrust into her, slamming her over and over again into the tree, I grabbed ahold of the fabric around her wildly jiggling breasts and ripped it in twain.

Finally, Taki's tits were revealed to me. I reveled in the rhythmic motion of her honey-toned flesh, her light pinkish-brown areola topped with darker blood engorged nipples. The stiff nubs twitched with ecstasy as they were sent on a wild ride from my thrusting. She was such a goddamn cocktease in that suit and now she was getting what she deserved as I raped her into submission. I guess she agreed with me, her body convulsing orgasmically as she climaxed around my invading cock multiple times. Taki's shapely legs flopped around as I pounded into her, her hips rising up to meet my thrusts. Squeaks of pleasure escaped from her lush lips even as the motion of our union caused the gaping wound in her throat to widen around the penetrating shaft. I couldn't contain myself from wanting to mark the bitch as mine while she was still alive, and I pulled my spasming erection out and unloaded on her, spurts of semen landing on her exotic features and heaving breasts.

As I regained my senses, I admired my handiwork. Taki was utterly defeated, the skilled kunoichi now just a conquered slut. I reveled in the sight of the holes torn into her bodysuit to reveal her large heaving breasts and spread pink pussy still twitching with pleasure. What remained of the crotch of her bodysuit was soaked with her own arousal, the stickiness extending down to her thighs. A streamer of cunt nectar still extended from her oozing vagina. My seed rested splattered over her face and exposed tits.

I decided to not let that go to waste. Grabbing one of her elegant arms, I used her hand to start scooping and scraping the sticky white liquid off her tits. She shuddered as I brushed against her nipples, her mind still lost in pleasure. Reaching up, I pulled her mask from her face and used her hand to deposit the creamy white load inside before letting it snap back into its original position. Taki's eyes rolled back into her head again as her gasping mouth got a taste of her rapist's sperm. She made abject moaning sounds as her body trembled, a spray of kunoichi joy juice coming from her twitching pussy as her tongue began licking her mask, seeking out and slurping up the semen. I watched amusedly as she squeezed her girlcum-stained thighs together, the proud ninja reveling in her own humiliation.

My desires nearly sated, I decided to finish the hunt as nature intended. I had pondered exactly how to execute my wounded prey, and decided to go through the method that Taki was clearly presenting with her body. Clad in that tight bodysuit, there was no way she wasn't privy to the knowledge of what her fabulous tits looked like as she fought. She was definitely presenting her breasts as targets, the bouncing, jiggling, and rippling distracting her opponents even as her barely concealed nipples spoke of the erotic promise for those that succeeded in striking them. I imagined many a poor soul had met their end aiming for those, hoping to be the one to tear into the lovely Asian's mammaries. Well, now I had tamed her, and her targets were exposed and free for me to deal with as I wished.

After cleaning myself up, I took several paces back and drew my bow. I idly wondered how many arrows I could fit into the rippling flesh of each orb, and how they would move when struck. Through her haze of pain and pleasure, Taki's eyes widened as she saw what I had planned. Her lips moved as if to say something, and then her slumped body straightened slightly, back arching, breasts pushing upwards to form a delectable bullseye. She was actually presenting her tits to the slaughter for me in some sort of depraved offering! The round targets filled my vision, and I let loose.

The first arrow struck her cleanly in the right breast, pinning her to the tree even further. Taki looked down at the shaft penetrating her perfect orb and her body quivered, a fresh torrent of juices splattering onto the ground. So complete was my conquest that Taki was orgasming from having her tits skewered. I launched two more arrows, each one impaling her breast, the meat rippling from the impact. The sound of each arrow was followed shortly afterward by the splash of cunt honey onto ground as Taki writhed against the tree, bright red blood dripping from her annihilated breast onto the shafts of the arrows penetrating it.

I waited for her struggles to subside before my next move. A brief pang of regret filled me - Taki's movements were growing weaker and weaker, and my hunt of her was soon to reach its conclusion. She looked up at me, and I stared into her deep brown eyes. Shame flushed her cheeks, but still she kept my gaze - lust clouding her eyes, silently pleading to be granted one last release. A proud warrioress had strode into the grove, and there she would remain forevermore, a woman robbed of her pride, her modesty, her dignity, and now, her life.

Taking careful aim at its heaving form, I let fly at Taki's yet to be destroyed left breast. My aim was true, and the arrow cleaved through the round target as well as the bitch's heart before coming to a rest in the tree. I watched as Taki gave one last whimper, blood gathering in her mask as another gusher came from her drooling vagina, then her eyes rolled back into her head for the final time as her body slumped forward. The Shadow Huntress of Demons was dead, turned into helpless slain prey.

And now, the spoils of the hunt were mine. I couldn't resist fucking Taki's still warm corpse one last time before I started my handiwork, her slippery pussy just as tight in death as it was in life. After depositing my seed in the dead bitch's uterus, I brought out my inventory of shards and rubbed each one in the liberal amounts of Taki's sex juices spread all over her crotch and thighs. I wasn't sure if they would react differently as to when I did the same with Ivy, but that was an experiment for later. I then removed Taki's swords from their sheaths, admiring the demon-energy infused blades. It was time to get to carving.

The blades made quick work of their deceased mistress, and soon Taki had been reduced to a pile of body parts and severed limbs, her decapitated head resting atop it. I jacked off with her removed vagina as I stoked a fire, the fallopian tubes bouncing around from the rhythmic motion. Even with my ravenous hunger, there was no way I could finish all this meat. I would leave most of it behind for the wild dogs, a fitting end for the bitch. The only question that remained, I thought to myself as I turned the spit, was to see if Taki's tits tasted as good as they looked.

It didn't take long to track down Setsuka. After all, she had become somewhat of a local celebrity in the underground fighting arena that I now found myself in. Whether the rough men or gamblers appreciated her for considerable fighting prowess or for her considerable beauty was unknown to me. All I knew was that the cheers in the crowd were mostly for her (although they did tend to intensify whenever her large breasts threatened to bounce out of her tight low cut top, or whenever her kimono opened up to reveal her creamy thighs or a flash of her white panties).

Who or why they were cheering for didn't matter though - the only thing that mattered was that in this caged arena, two combatants entered, the key was tossed after them, and one combatant left. And I planned on being on the one leaving, but not before I had some fun.

Getting to that point, however, was the hard part. I could feel my power from the shards growing every day, but Setsuka was dangerously fast. She closed distances in the blink of an eye, and I could scarcely defend myself and disengage before she was on the attack again. In a fair fight, my slaughter was inevitable, and Setsuka knew it. She pressed her advantage expertly, and as my defenses grew weaker I could see twin points starting to protrude through her thin purple top, and a kick revealed that her formerly white panties were now well lubricated, her pussy lips visible through the fabric. No wonder she liked fighting (and winning) in this arena so much.

Now though, it was time to test the slutty swordmistress's focus. With her next slash, I abandoned the dagger I had been using and instead countered with Mekki-Maru, the demonic ninja-to I had claimed from Taki. The sword crackled with energy, having drank deeply from not only the blood of its former mistress, but also the sexual fluids she had soaked herself with in her final submission. The clash of our blades forced Setsuka back far more than my previous defenses and she approached more warily on her follow-up attack, brow furrowing in recognition of my new weapon.

"Where did you get that?" she demanded, and I could feel energy building within her. Better end this now, I thought, and reached into my pack to throw out my latest trophy.

Taki's severed head landed on the ground in front of Setsuka, the slain kunoichi's features well preserved by the demonic energy fueling me. Her face was just as I remembered, eyes rolled back and mouth open in eternal orgasm. Setsuka gasped, as did the crowd. No one expected an unknown fighter to come bearing the proof of victory over a legendary warrior. And, as the crowd murmured to themselves, if that expression on Taki's face was what they thought it was, her defeat must have been most shameful indeed.

Their reaction didn't concern me, for I needed my utmost focus to execute my plan and overcome Setsuka's speed. Taki's head had yet to hit the floor before I was lunging forward. Setsuka, spurred from her surprise, dodged to the side but a hair slower than her normal combat quickness. That hair was all my blade needed to lightly scratch her exposed midriff. Given how I had claimed Mekki-Maru, that scratch was all I needed.

Setsuka's face flushed and her eyes grew momentarily unfocused, the demonic energy replaying the conquest of my sword's previous owner in Setsuka's mind. The effect was clear as Setsuka's top grew noticeably tighter in an instant as her erect nipples protruded even more through the thin fabric. The distraction only lasted for a second but it was enough for me to continue my attack. As Setsuka tried to dodge a second time, my own kick connected with her bare belly, this blow a solid one with all the Soul Edge-infused force I could muster.

The swordmistress gave a half-shriek as she was knocked backwards to the other side of the cage, her back smashing into the cold metal bars, the umbrella sheath of her sword falling out of her limp hands as she barely retained her grip on the actual sword. The impact knocked her kimono off her shoulders, opening it up as she slumped to the ground with her legs spread. At the same time, the jolt caused her massive breasts to go on a wild roller coaster ride, one pale tit popping out entirely with the erect pink nipple of the other barely concealed by her now precariously hanging top. The motion of Setsuka's shapely ass hitting the ground knocked her soaked panties out of alignment, revealing her pink pussy twitching in arousal at the sudden turnaround of the battle. The whole crowd could easily see the glistening moisture all over Setsuka's swollen labia and creamy thighs.

Somehow, Setsuka managed to shake off the savage blow and stagger to her feet, clogs quavering as her weight shifted side to side. She dashed forward with sword drawn, a trail of clear droplets shaking free from her shamelessly exposed vagina as she moved with the speed she was famed for. She was fast - but not faster than an arrow.

My first shot impaled her thick thigh, her leg coming out from under her as the Soul-Edge tipped shaft shredded her toned muscles. As she stumbled to the ground, my second shot hit her other thigh, the meat rippling as that leg went out from under her as well. Setsuka hit the ground hard, her large bosom taking the brunt of the impact and causing the rest of her top to come off. Her sword clattered to the ground, well out of her reach, released from nerveless fingers. She screamed and convulsed on the ground for a moment, her hips humping desperately against the ground as her eyelids fluttered.

The crowd watched with rapt attention as Setsuka managed to push herself off the ground with her arms, tits exposed, her penetrated legs kneeling uselessly beneath her. There was a small puddle where her groin had landed, her shameful reaction to her defeat clearly visible for all to see as her kimono fell to the side. She looked up at me, eyes burning in hunger, as I picked up her fallen sword and sheath and strode towards her.

"Please..." she breathed. "Have mercy..."

I held the sword up to her slender throat and asked her if that was what she really wanted. She swallowed and nodded, and I told her she was lying.

With a thwack, I lashed out at her tits with the sheath, leaving a welt on the underside of the jiggling flesh. The crowd roared as the assault caused her breasts to bounce, Setsuka's abject moan and a small squirt of girlcum leaving no question about what she really wanted.

"Please..." she begged. "Everyone's watching..."

I ordered the lying bitch to her hands and knees, and with another thwack delivered a blow to her tantalizing ass, the force causing her flesh to ripple and her tits to jiggle as they hung beneath her. I questioned her - what was everyone watching?

Her voice caught as ran I the sheath over her legs, catching up the streamers of pussy juice coming down her thighs. Setsuka continued, her voice thick with lust as her darkest desires spilled forth, no longer needing my prompting.

"Master... I've failed you. The woman you raised turned out to be just a whore in the end. Everyone's watching me be humiliated like the worthless slut that I am. Everyone can see my big tits and how wet my pussy is and how badly I need to be beaten. They all thought their champion was a strong warrior and an ice queen and could never be touched by anyone but all I need is for someone to show me my place... please don't have mercy on me."

Setsuka squeaked as I kicked her in the cunt, pussy juice splashing over my boot, then continued spilling out her erotic monologue.

"I'm sorry for getting the kimono you gave me wet with my shame, master. You gave this to me because you wanted me to be a beautiful and elegant warrior, but I wore this outfit because I wanted them to defeat me and take what they wanted from my willing body. I told myself it was because I wanted to distract them but I just wanted them stab my tits or slash my belly apart or cut apart my legs and rape me on the dirty floor as I cum over and over again."

She paused for a moment to lick her own pussy juice off the ground, reveling in the debasement.

"And then after they used me they would torture me and execute me and I'd just be squirting like a whore... I wanted them to use your sword, master... I wanted them to take the sword you gave to me and skewer my womanhood with it until it ran red with my honey and my blood. I'm just a whore... I swore vengeance on your killer, master, but after Mitsurugi defeated me and took my willing body I've been searching for a man to go even further than he did and completely destroy me. I lost to your killer, master... I lost to your killer and he left his seed in me and on me and I loved it. After he left me, I drank it and licked it off my face, master, and I played with myself until I squirted all over my fingers covered in his sperm. Master, your killer that I swore vengeance on made me realize that I'm just a slutty bitch that needs to be punished and put down. Oh god... I can't stop cumming... unh..."

Another series of moans as I pleasured her overheated pussy with her sheath, eliciting more rivulets of honey from the twitching pink organ. It was time to finish this before she lost her mind entirely.

Settling in behind her kneeling form, I took out my cock and let it rest at the entrance to her drooling vagina, spread wide from her arousal. Setsuka let out a hiss as she felt it, and immediately pushed back onto my erection with her lips, letting her silky folds envelop my dick.

"Agh!" she cried out in pleasure, girlcum splashing out from around our coupling. "Fuck me! Fuck this slutty bitch!"

Setsuka cooed as I started slapping her tits that were swinging underneath her.

Her voice cut off as I couldn't resist her masochistic begging any longer. I took her sword and stabbed it through her jiggling tits, skewering both with one thrust. Setsuka's voice raised an octave as her pussy clamped down on me, the pain-fueled climax the strongest yet. I grunted and filled her with my seed as her pussy juice gushed around me.

Her orgasm only intensified as with my now free hand, I re-drew my own blade. Planting Setsuka's sheath in her asshole, I moved her long blonde hair out of the way and then sliced downwards, decapitating her cleanly with with one stroke. Setsuka's orgasmic screams muffled to gurgles as her air supply cut off, her final death orgasm causing her expression to mirror that of Taki's head which still lay on the ground, slightly wet from a few loose sprays of Setsuka's spasming cunt.

I withdrew from Setsuka's twitching vagina, my seed oozing out of her well-fucked pussy. Her body dropped to the ground, ass up, neck stump down, impaled tits jiggling one last time. As her body jolted from the impact, it triggered the mechanism in the sheath inserted in her asshole, opening up the umbrella as a flag of my conquest of her. I tucked myself in and stood up, raising the blonde bitch's head high in the air. The crowd cheered racuously. They had been entertained by watching their champion fight, but they had enjoyed her annihilation and humiliation even more.

Picking up the key to the arena, I walked out, stopping only to collect Setsuka's sword from her impaled tits, and Taki's head from the arena floor. I left Setsuka there, shamefully displayed for the entire crowd to see. It was only temporary, of course - before I had even cleared the crowd, there was already a mass of humanity rushing into the cage. As I collected my winnings (the real trophy from the fight in my pack), I saw attractive body parts flying through the air amidst of sprays of blood, each person trying to pleasure himself with a piece of Setsuka's corpse.

First of all, my SoD took a significant hit when Ivy takes three arrows to the gut and only seems mildly inconvenienced. Contrary to popular belief, arrows when shot from a bow or such are actually rather dangerous, it's why they were used as weapons for thousands of years. I know you said that you're not comfortable with making it overly realistic, but I think this a bit too far in the opposite direction to take at all seriously. I don't see why you couldn't have had the story as-is but with more realistic consequences to getting shot, considering that gut wounds like that would take a very long time to die from and would almost certainly be incapacitating in the meantime.

More or less the same principle with Taki, only that your character's opening shot to incapacitate her would most likely be swiftly fatal. I'm no doctor, but I'm pretty sure there's a lot of important stuff in the throat, and you'd be very unlikely to damage any of it non-fatally with an arrow. Even if, by some miracle, the arrow didn't penetrate through to her spine and kill her stone-dead on the spot, a puncturing wound to the windpipe like that would probably end up choking you to death on your own blood. I'm not as sure as how you could have pulled that chapter off whilst keeping most of it intact, though considering your guy has the benefit of prep time maybe it could have been a trap of some sort? Like, an actual physical trap, like a snare or something that immobilises her whilst he gets to work.

Going back to Ivy, I was pleased that you attempted to provide some kind of justification to why she could be lactating (even if I felt you could have done more with it in the story proper) but I was less pleased that said justification didn't really gel with Ivy's character. I know how this sounds, what kind of weirdo pays attention to the characterisation in a game with Ivy in it? Let's just say that I get very bored sometimes and can't sleep.

Because of how Ivy's entire bloodline has been cursed by game's titular evil sword, she knows that if she has any children they'll also be cursed, same as her. Hence, she'd use any means available to prevent herself from having any children until she's managed to break the curse, whether through just avoiding boning anyone who isn't sterile (Geralt/Ivy is my OTP, by the way), or, presumably, from using her alchemical prowess to whip up a couple of primitive contraceptives. Hence why the brief mention of how she's been knocked up by lizardmen in the past (which reminds me, I would very much liked to have seen how that played out at some point) threw me for a loop. Especially since it would've been pretty easy to just say that it's a result of her testing some of her experiments on herself or something.

Aside from all that, though, I found these three pretty enjoyable, if a little similar to your previous offerings (which I imagine is because you based your newer ones off these older works), but that's by no means a dealbreaker.

Shame you never got to Sophitia, she was always my favourite next to Ivy.

(07-23-2018, 10:36 PM)Mask Wrote: If you do think of revisiting it, a few pointers.

First of all, my SoD took a significant hit when Ivy takes three arrows to the gut and only seems mildly inconvenienced. Contrary to popular belief, arrows when shot from a bow or such are actually rather dangerous, it's why they were used as weapons for thousands of years. I know you said that you're not comfortable with making it overly realistic, but I think this a bit too far in the opposite direction to take at all seriously. I don't see why you couldn't have had the story as-is but with more realistic consequences to getting shot, considering that gut wounds like that would take a very long time to die from and would almost certainly be incapacitating in the meantime.

More or less the same principle with Taki, only that your character's opening shot to incapacitate her would most likely be swiftly fatal. I'm no doctor, but I'm pretty sure there's a lot of important stuff in the throat, and you'd be very unlikely to damage any of it non-fatally with an arrow. Even if, by some miracle, the arrow didn't penetrate through to her spine and kill her stone-dead on the spot, a puncturing wound to the windpipe like that would probably end up choking you to death on your own blood. I'm not as sure as how you could have pulled that chapter off whilst keeping most of it intact, though considering your guy has the benefit of prep time maybe it could have been a trap of some sort? Like, an actual physical trap, like a snare or something that immobilises her whilst he gets to work.

Going back to Ivy, I was pleased that you attempted to provide some kind of justification to why she could be lactating (even if I felt you could have done more with it in the story proper) but I was less pleased that said justification didn't really gel with Ivy's character. I know how this sounds, what kind of weirdo pays attention to the characterisation in a game with Ivy in it? Let's just say that I get very bored sometimes and can't sleep.

Because of how Ivy's entire bloodline has been cursed by game's titular evil sword, she knows that if she has any children they'll also be cursed, same as her. Hence, she'd use any means available to prevent herself from having any children until she's managed to break the curse, whether through just avoiding boning anyone who isn't sterile (Geralt/Ivy is my OTP, by the way), or, presumably, from using her alchemical prowess to whip up a couple of primitive contraceptives. Hence why the brief mention of how she's been knocked up by lizardmen in the past (which reminds me, I would very much liked to have seen how that played out at some point) threw me for a loop. Especially since it would've been pretty easy to just say that it's a result of her testing some of her experiments on herself or something.

Aside from all that, though, I found these three pretty enjoyable, if a little similar to your previous offerings (which I imagine is because you based your newer ones off these older works), but that's by no means a dealbreaker.

Shame you never got to Sophitia, she was always my favourite next to Ivy.

Thanks for the comments! Maybe people are just tougher in the Soul Calibur universe, after all, you've got people getting whacked with bladed weapons repeatedly during a fight! (My excuse for magical survival capabilities of my victims)

My internal logic for this series is that Ivy was raped and knocked up by Lizardmen, and then escaped at some point. The pregnancy was then terminated either via abortion or through miscarriage because I'm not exactly sure how lizard and human breeding would work (also the whole Soul Edge thing interfering with breeding as well). That encounter with the lizardmen is also why Ivy is so open about her deviancy, because she's subconsciously riling up her opponents with her exhibitionism and hoping to be sexually punished for losing again (as opposed to Taki and Setsuka, who seem to have their masochism more suppressed).

Outworld invades Earth via a fusion of the two realms... but ends up in the wrong dimension, one where a tale of souls and swords is eternally retold. In the first chapter, Ivy finds out she's hopelessly overmatched when it comes to Mortal Kombat.

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Ivy moaned softly as she swayed back and forth in the arena known as The Pit, a dazed look on her battered face. A trickle of blood and drool ran out of her pouty purple-painted lips, and her short white hair was disheveled, tossed to and fro from the dominatrix's beating. Ivy's right arm hung limply at her side, weapon lost to the abyss, her severed formerly armored left arm lying discarded on the floor. Her large breasts jiggled as she tottered on her high-heeled boots, barely able to keep her balance on the narrow, dimly lit bridge. Ivy's skimpy costume was even more so now, having been practically torn to shreds in her struggle. Her massive tits were exposed to the world, succulent wine-colored nipples blood-engorged and stiff with excitement. Bruises dotted the pale ivory flesh of Ivy's breasts, belly, and thick thighs. The defeated domina's plump ass was entirely revealed, the fabric of her thong hanging loosely over the valley of Ivy's ass-crack. Pink open-faced hand marks were visible on the smooth flesh, welts rising where Ivy had been spanked into submission. Those same hand marks were visible on the tall woman's elegant throat, showing where she had been throttled. A steady drip-drip of honey came from her inflamed white-tufted pussy as Ivy swayed, the musky fluid dripping into the small puddle on the ground below. The slightly spread petals twitched in anticipation as a spectral voice filled the air:

"FINISH HER!"

With the command echoing through the air, Ivy's opponent approached her, his cyborg eye glinting. Ivy tried to shrink away, but her battered body would not respond. Instead, all she could do was cry out weakly as Kano grabbed her hair and pulled her to her knees, her face staring right at his throbbing erection.

"'ey sheila, fancy a fuck? Not like you got much of a choice," Kano laughed, hand releasing Ivy's hair to brandish his knife. "Don't even think about biting or I'll be wearing your head around my cock."

Ivy obediently wrapped her lips around his manhood, tongue slurping and cheeks hollowing out as she sucked on him. Kano grunted with pleasure and chuckled as he looked down at the once-proud woman servicing him. He didn't know what dimension Outworld had overlaid onto - this was certainly Earth, but not the time he had come from. Of course, his adopted homeland fusing with what looked to be a medieval copy of Earth was a boon to him indeed - his modern technology might as well be magic. Riches and bitches could be his. Warriors wandered the relatively lawless land, and he was stronger than any of them, especially the lovely female ones he had spotted. Kano's depraved mind burned with the desire to defeat them and take them, Ivy only the first of his planned prizes.

And what a prize she was. He had to have her the moment he laid eyes on her - he couldn't believe a woman was dressed like that in medieval times. Her tits were even bigger than Sonya's! And the way the warrioress carried herself, cold and arrogant, it had been easy to feign weakness and lure her onto his home turf, where he showed her just how helpless she was.

"Hey slut! Go play with yourself! I want to see those tits bounce!" he barked.

Ivy complied, her gloved hand alternating between groping her tits and finger-fucking her wet pussy as she sucked. Wet noises and her muffled moans of pleasure joined the sounds of her oral worship of Kano's cock. Her tits jiggled as she pawed at them, rolling her erect nipples between her fingers, the domina flushing with desire at being forced to submit.

Ivy had underestimated the strange man. He had cowardly fled after taunting her, his nimbleness in dodging her snake sword surprising for a man of his size. The dominatrix had chased after him, cursing him in her haughty English-accented voice as a cur and a coward. She had followed him to this bridge, her pride demanding that she execute him after he gave her an earful about the depraved acts he would do to her. Those words had excited Ivy, partially because of her need to turn them back in his face, and partially from the fantasies of what would happen to her if she were to fail.

Once they were on the bridge, Ivy was convinced of her success, and her body showed it. Her loins burned with the hunger to crush the uncouth man beneath her heel, and her nipples stood proudly at attention beneath the sheer fabric over them as she considered the situation. Kano's lateral agility was limited because of the tight confines, and the fact that one wrong move would be fatal was to Ivy's advantage. She swore she could see the glint of spikes in the abyss below - a fall that distance might be survivable with some luck, but not with those down there. She could easily use Valentine to control his movement, either forcing him off the edge with her blade or getting him close enough for her to kick him off. With that thought, she had plunged Valentine into the ground, the magical metal shooting out of the earth underneath Kano.

Or at least, where he had been standing a moment ago. Ivy could barely follow his movements as he launched himself at her, tucking himself into a ball. She let out a pained grunt as he connected solidly with her torso, the impact sending her massive tits on a wild ride as the thin fabric containing them tore. Valentine clattered to the ground, retracted, as the wind was knocked out of Ivy. Her high heels scraped along the ground as she stumbled backwards, swaying sideways to lean against the rickety railing of the bridge as she lost her balance.

"No!" she screamed horsely as Kano's bounce off her voluptuous body led to him landing right next to Valentine. With a cheeky grin, he kicked it off the side of the bridge, Ivy's heart dropping into her stomach as she heard the faint clang of metal on metal far below. Kano was on her in an instant, pulling out a concealed knife and slashing towards her as she leaned on the railing. Ivy brought her metal armored arm up to deflect the attack, but a strange red beam shot out of the man's eye. Ivy recoiled in horror as the laser easily sliced through her gauntlet and the soft flesh beneath it. The dominatrix's shrieks echoed in the air as her severed left arm fell to the ground, the shapely appendage twitching amidst the wreckage of her armor. Ivy stared at her new stump in shock, the alabaster flesh charred, cauterized instantly by the heat of Kano's attack. She could smell her flesh cooking, and whimpered in despair. From the way Kano was now staring at her exposed breasts and the stiff nubs atop them, she knew this battle was about to become much, much worse for her. And she had never been more turned on. Normally Ivy's battlelust resulted in her taking her pleasure from her opponent's dismembered corpses, but to her shame and humiliation she realized that the reverse situation was exciting her even more.

The remainder of the fight was short and one-sided, meant more as an outlet for Kano's sadism than a battle. Ivy barely resisted as he picked up her up by her slender throat in a chokehold, raising her high in the air, the only fight she had left garbled pleas for mercy. His other fist rained down on Ivy's voluptuous body as he strangled her, her pale skin bruising all over from the onslaught. Kano took special delight in targeting first her wildly jiggling breasts, flattening the tortured flesh against the dominatrix's torso, and then her pouting pussy lips once he tore away the part of her costume barely concealing them. Wet smacking sounds filled the air as Kano's fist repeatedly battered the sensitive orifice, Ivy's honey freely spraying into the air as she writhed in a mixture of pain and arousal.

The Black Dragon Overlord wasn't overly surprised at Ivy's reaction to the brutality.

"Any bitch that dresses like you do in a fight," Kano grunted at her as he shifted his grip to bend Ivy over the railing of the bridge, "is just a whore that wants to get put in her place by a man. You think you don't know what's coming to you when you lose, showing off your jubblies like that? Of course you do - you want that, don't you?"

Ivy panted as Kano's words hit home, proof of the veracity of his vulgar speech trickling down her thighs. She could feel the man's eyes leering at her bent over form, taking in the sight of her plump upturned ass. Ivy gasped as he started groping her hanging tits, his fingers running over her swollen nipples.

"You want that, don't you?" Kano yelled at her, his rough voice punctuated with a slapping noise as he brought his open palm down on Ivy's ass. The dominatrix's face burned with shame even as her pussy burned with need. She bit her lip, trying to contain her moan and preserve whatever shreds of pride she had left as Kano's hand abused her ass in rapid-fire succession. He repeated his line as the assault continued, and Ivy was soon unable to contain her lust at the spanking. Whimpers and moans escaped from her mouth, intensifying as Kano started slapping her tits around also, reveling in the way the swollen flesh jiggled and rippled under his assault.

"I know you want to get punished, you slut," Kano growled, his hand taking a break from spanking Ivy to delve into her squelching pussy, the defeated domina giving a throaty moan at the sudden penetration. Her silky flesh squeezed Kano's fingers, soaking them in her arousal.

"You're going to taste this and tell me you didn't want this when you followed me?" he shouted at her, ripping his fingers from her cunt and forcing them into her mouth. Ivy groaned in shamed excitement as her tongue washed over her rapist's fingers, cleaning her tangy wetness from them. Kano allowed her to do this, then pulled his hand out and resumed his assault on her ass with even more force than before. Each blow caused Ivy's tits to jump as her weight shifted more and more over edge, the fallen fighter staring into oblivion and wondering how her shattered corpse would look at the bottom.

That thought and the resulting surge of arousal broke the ice queen.

"I wanted this!" Ivy screamed, her vulgar words sending almost foreign in her aristocratic English accent, as she came from being spanked. "I wanted you to beat me into submission and take what you wanted from my body," she sobbed through her climax, words spewing from her mouth as her voluptuous body shook in ecstasy. "I'm a slut! I'm a whore! I'm a naughty girl that needs to be punished! Make me your bitch! I'm your bitch! Please don't kill me!"

Ivy's orgasm intensified as she reveled in her humiliation, eyes rolling into her head. Each exclamation corresponded with a fresh burst of nectar from her overheated pussy, slutjuice splattering onto the ground.

Kano laughed and pulled Ivy back over the edge, using her hair as leverage.

"That's more like it, bitch," he sneered at her before slamming her face first into the ground, "and clean up your mess," Kano ordered, grinding Ivy's lovely countenance into the puddle of girlcum she had made. The now submissive ex-dominatrix complied, abjectly moaning as her tongue licked the dirty ground, scooping her nectar into her mouth. Kano let her work at it for a few minutes before launching a savage kick straight into her pussy.

"Fucking whore," he spat as Ivy crumpled to the ground in pain, the impact causing her bruised cunt to expel a spray of clear droplets. The bitch was utterly defeated, and Kano paused, waiting to hear Outworld's magic activate, and those fateful words announcing his victory echo throughout the air.

At that point, Ivy somehow knew she had to stand, to present herself to the man that had beaten her for proper punishment. Moaning softly, she had used her one good arm to pull herself up with the aid of the railing, shakily getting to her feet in order for Kano to finish her.

And that's how she had gotten to where she was now, on her knees and worshipping Kano's cock as he taunted her. Ivy's gloved hand kneaded her pearly clit as she sucked, the bud buzzing with ecstasy. Her self-pleasure intensified as Kano grabbed her hair and forced his dick down her throat. She twisted and pinched at the stiff bundle of nerves, the man's rough treatment of her driving her over the edge even as she gagged on his erection. Ivy let out a muffled cry as she came, throat vibrating as her body shook with desire.

Kano couldn't hold out any longer either, and roared as he jizzed down Ivy's throat, his creamy white load filling up her mouth.

"Drink up, bitch!" he yelled, mashing her face into his crotch and holding her there, stray streams of his seed trickling out of the corners of her lips. "Not bad, sheila," he continued as he pulled out and tucked himself back in, leaving Ivy kneeling there panting, the salty taste of his ejaculate still on her purple-painted lips.

For her part, Ivy felt strangely unsettled. Part of her felt relief, that her ordeal was finally over. Another part of her felt a sense of disappointment, that her ordeal was ending. Shutting that shameful thought out of her head, she started crawling away, trying to get away from Kano to go lick her wounds.

"'ey slut, where you going?" Kano said from behind her. Ivy shuddered as she heard his next words. "Don't you know that when I beat a bitch like you in mortal combat, the match ends with a fatality?"

"Wait! No! Please!" Ivy cried out as Kano strode over to her. She tried to crawl away faster, tits and ass jiggling with the movement, but Kano easily swooped down on her. Ivy screamed in terror and pain as Kano's knife impaled her hanging breasts from the side, the point smoothly penetrating one orb before skewering the other. Blood streamed down Ivy's bosom as her nipples quivered in excitement, partially in masochistic arousal at the destruction of Ivy's tits, and partially because Kano's hand was now grabbing Ivy's pussy - the thick fingers entering into the swollen orifice with a loud squelching sound. Ivy continued pleading as Kano used these two points of leverage to lift her over his head, her high-heeled boots kicking helplessly. Her breasts felt like they were going to tear off in an inferno of pain, but she couldn't help feeling a thrill from the digits penetrating her.

Kano carried Ivy over to the bridge's railing, her thrashing doing little but to allow his fingers access to even deeper bits of her cunt tunnel, the smooth flesh clamping down on his hand in ecstasy. At this point Ivy wasn't sure if her struggles were related to the knife stuck in her tits, or if she was just humping Kano's hand out of lust. She screamed and thrashed as another climax built within her, trying helplessly to avoid her fate but only succeeding in humiliating herself further. Ivy could feel Kano's thumb causing her clit to tremble with pleasure as she struggled, desperately pleading with him to put her down but not really meaning it.

Kano stopped as he reached the edge.

"Welcome to The Pit, bitch," he snarled as he threw her off, blood streaming from her impaled tits and honey streaming from her twitching pussy. Ivy's legs and remaining arm flailed helplessly as she fell, her hoarse screams echoing throughout the canyon. She could feel Kano looking down at her as she tumbled through the air, sadistically watching to see how brutal Ivy's end would be. Humiliation filled her as the thoughts of her impending demise flowed through her mind, fantasies of what her violated body would look like as she lay dead causing her desire to crest over one last time.

The orgasm hit Ivy at the same time the spikes did, the jagged metal edges slicing through her yielding flesh, her slutty body still managing to climax in spite of, or because of the pain consuming her. The friction from the serrated edges of the forest of spikes abruptly interrupted the dominatrix's descent in a shower of blood as she screamed in agony. The aristocrat's wailing came to an abrupt end as her lungs were impaled, the tips of the spikes erupting out of the soft flesh her jiggling mammaries.

Ivy managed to lift her head as she came to rest, looking down at her ruined body. Bloody spikes poked through so much of her: her thick thighs, her belly (taking some of her intestines with it), and her now thoroughly ravaged tits. She shuddered as she observed the particularly vicious one impaling her ass - that cruel mass of metal had ripped her womb out as it had passed through her, and now the still twitching organ rested at the tip of the spike, leaking Ivy's sexual liquids onto the fallopian tubes hanging down from it loosely. Blood streamed out of Ivy's mouth, mixing with the remnants of the seed of the man that had thrown her to her death.

"No..." Ivy managed to croak before her severed left arm smashed into her head, one last bit of detritus tossed over the edge by Kano. The impact pushed Ivy's head onto the spike beneath it, the sharp metal pushing through the defeated dominatrix's soft brain tissue and coming out through her eye. Ivy gurgled miserably, her lips opening and closing as if trying to say something, and then she became still, her body twitching occasionally in what passed for its death throes. The last sound she heard before darkness claimed her was that same spectral voice from earlier.

Nothing much to say about this one (thank god, I'm shattered), other than I think that starting in medias res and then going back to explain what's happened halfway through kind of confuses things, and that you might just be better off doing it chronologically.

Also that it felt a bit contrived that Kano somehow can recognise the gameplay mechanics of his own setting purely so that you had an excuse for him to kill Ivy. Kind of feel like it'd be more in-character for him to want to keep her as his own, you know?

Duly noted on the weird chronology. I wanted the "Finish Her" to set the tone for the story but I couldn't think of a good way to reconnect back to it once I had finished explaining the events that led up to it. Definitely could execute that better.

I intentionally made the Mortal Kombat gameplay aspects of the story campy as hell. I think it'd be hilarious to have a disembodied voice going around inciting violence and announcing fights, and have the characters be cognizant of that as an aspect of nature, or "just the way the world works." Meanwhile, the Soul Calibur characters would be WTFing at the voice of god commanding them to kill.

I also rewatched the MK movie on Netflix the other day, which probably twisted my judgment. I still have that theme song stuck in my head.